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Hey, Cedar, or anyone interested in FOO (Family of Origin) issues. Cedar, WHY NOW???
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<blockquote data-quote="Scent of Cedar *" data-source="post: 657978" data-attributes="member: 17461"><p>This poetry was written during the same period of time that the first poem I posted on this thread was written. In that time, I knew I had had an abusive childhood. I believed I had survived it, created a life, and that it could be safely left where it was. Much of the poetry of those years is such happy poetry. Stuff about the kids, mostly. I will post one here for you, too.</p><p></p><p>I feel like such a weird person, to have written as I have, as I do. So that is a reason to post it. But I will post the other one, first.</p><p></p><p>So you will still like me.</p><p></p><p>Or maybe, I am the only one who reads this poetry of mine and feels the echoes.</p><p></p><p>So, here is the first poem, then. You will like this one. (And me.) It was written in 1979.</p><p></p><p>A Mother, Twice Blessed</p><p></p><p>Soft and fragrant, my little ones</p><p>growing stronger each day</p><p>Me...a Mother ~ twice blessed!</p><p>Lord, what can a girl say....</p><p></p><p>God bless the man </p><p>who refilled my prescription for Valium!</p><p>Here I am, God ~</p><p>cowering behind any door with a lock</p><p>Steeped in the rare essence of</p><p>diaper pail</p><p>Mediating nursery intrigue ala Mr. Rogers</p><p>Big Bird, and Ben Spock!</p><p></p><p>They carry in spiders</p><p>and assorted diseases ~</p><p>Repeat verbatim, commercials they've seen but experience memory block</p><p>at their "Thank yous" and "Pleases"!</p><p></p><p>They cause frustration snacking at midnite </p><p>and subvert every diet with peanut butter and jelly at noon</p><p>They speak strictly pig latin ~</p><p>and seem to model their behavior on one of your more violent cartoons!</p><p></p><p>I...</p><p>I am their trusted confidante; included in every adventure</p><p>and blessed soundly in each of their prayers</p><p>Did they not think I might want to be there</p><p>when they decided to cut each others hair?!?</p><p></p><p>So goes the saga of a woman, </p><p>obsessed</p><p>Her pride in her offspring barely surpassed by her gratitude at being</p><p>no more than twice, blessed</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>Okay, you guys. Now for the spooky one. This was written in 1989.</p><p></p><p><em>An uncertain sun</em></p><p><em>an eerie, feeble emanation</em></p><p><em>Whose haunted echo sail silent, shadowed pools</em></p><p><em>which mirror no reflection</em></p><p><em>of such cowardly illumination</em></p><p></p><p><em>An Innocent did gambol o'er the land...</em></p><p><em>conversed, in mists of shifting, timeless hue</em></p><p><em>Glimpsed and pursued that creature destined to become</em></p><p><em>herself</em></p><p></p><p><em>Caught, and was caught by it</em></p><p><em>in the omniprescient dew</em></p><p></p><p><em>In dark and liquid magic</em></p><p><em>ancient secrets spark and shine</em></p><p><em>Whisper strange and wicked tales of that which was ~</em></p><p><em>gravid tales of dark, eldritch obscenities; of innocence </em></p><p><em>savaged dead and stolen...blind</em></p><p></p><p><em>Howling ricochets roar and rock the Child ~</em></p><p><em>rock; and bang and echo, noon to noon</em></p><p><em>O'er the hiss of eerie, Wind borne laughter </em></p><p></p><p>I will not post the remainder of this poem.</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>These other things I have posted are not my work. They have helped me, very much.</p><p></p><p></p><p>"There was a time when you were not a slave, remember that. You walked alone, full of laughter, you bathed bare-bellied. You say you have lost all recollection of it: remember. You know how to avoid meeting a bear on the track. You know the winter-fear when you hear the wolves gathering. But you can remain seated for hours in treetops to await morning. You say there are no words to describe this time, you say it does not exist. But remember. Make an effort to remember. Or, failing that...invent."</p><p></p><p>Monique Wittig</p><p>Les Guerilleres</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>"Justice does not happen by chance; indeed, something that subjective may never have happened, at all."</p><p></p><p>I don't remember where I got that one.</p><p></p><p>Bill Herbert, maybe?</p><p>The Jesus Incident </p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>"The highest function of love is that it makes the loved one a unique and irreplaceable being."</p><p></p><p>Herbert/Ransom</p><p>The Ascension Factor</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>"Heartsick and mad, Pitt shouted to the open sky. Cold, self-possessed inner resolve took hold as it had so many times in the past. The old, die-hard Pitt came back on balance. His mind felt clear and sharp as a needle. If he had been left to die in a sacrificial pool, he was damned well going to find out why. With a commitment bred of desperation, he reached up and pulled himself out of the water." </p><p></p><p>Clive Cussler</p><p>I did not note the name of the book when I put this in my quote box.</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>"He felt like the chump in the Laurel and Hardy movie who yells for help and is thrown both ends of the rope."</p><p></p><p>Clive Cussler, again.</p><p></p><p>Thus, my avatar.</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>"We live happily indeed, among those who hate us, free of hatred; among those who are greedy, free of greed. Though we call nothing our own, we shall be like the bright gods, feeding on happiness."</p><p></p><p>Sorry guys. I don't know where I got that one, either.</p><p></p><p>Cedar</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Scent of Cedar *, post: 657978, member: 17461"] This poetry was written during the same period of time that the first poem I posted on this thread was written. In that time, I knew I had had an abusive childhood. I believed I had survived it, created a life, and that it could be safely left where it was. Much of the poetry of those years is such happy poetry. Stuff about the kids, mostly. I will post one here for you, too. I feel like such a weird person, to have written as I have, as I do. So that is a reason to post it. But I will post the other one, first. So you will still like me. Or maybe, I am the only one who reads this poetry of mine and feels the echoes. So, here is the first poem, then. You will like this one. (And me.) It was written in 1979. A Mother, Twice Blessed Soft and fragrant, my little ones growing stronger each day Me...a Mother ~ twice blessed! Lord, what can a girl say.... God bless the man who refilled my prescription for Valium! Here I am, God ~ cowering behind any door with a lock Steeped in the rare essence of diaper pail Mediating nursery intrigue ala Mr. Rogers Big Bird, and Ben Spock! They carry in spiders and assorted diseases ~ Repeat verbatim, commercials they've seen but experience memory block at their "Thank yous" and "Pleases"! They cause frustration snacking at midnite and subvert every diet with peanut butter and jelly at noon They speak strictly pig latin ~ and seem to model their behavior on one of your more violent cartoons! I... I am their trusted confidante; included in every adventure and blessed soundly in each of their prayers Did they not think I might want to be there when they decided to cut each others hair?!? So goes the saga of a woman, obsessed Her pride in her offspring barely surpassed by her gratitude at being no more than twice, blessed *** Okay, you guys. Now for the spooky one. This was written in 1989. [I]An uncertain sun an eerie, feeble emanation Whose haunted echo sail silent, shadowed pools which mirror no reflection of such cowardly illumination[/I] [I]An Innocent did gambol o'er the land... conversed, in mists of shifting, timeless hue Glimpsed and pursued that creature destined to become herself[/I] [I]Caught, and was caught by it in the omniprescient dew[/I] [I]In dark and liquid magic ancient secrets spark and shine Whisper strange and wicked tales of that which was ~ gravid tales of dark, eldritch obscenities; of innocence savaged dead and stolen...blind[/I] [I]Howling ricochets roar and rock the Child ~ rock; and bang and echo, noon to noon O'er the hiss of eerie, Wind borne laughter [/I] I will not post the remainder of this poem. *** These other things I have posted are not my work. They have helped me, very much. "There was a time when you were not a slave, remember that. You walked alone, full of laughter, you bathed bare-bellied. You say you have lost all recollection of it: remember. You know how to avoid meeting a bear on the track. You know the winter-fear when you hear the wolves gathering. But you can remain seated for hours in treetops to await morning. You say there are no words to describe this time, you say it does not exist. But remember. Make an effort to remember. Or, failing that...invent." Monique Wittig Les Guerilleres *** "Justice does not happen by chance; indeed, something that subjective may never have happened, at all." I don't remember where I got that one. Bill Herbert, maybe? The Jesus Incident *** "The highest function of love is that it makes the loved one a unique and irreplaceable being." Herbert/Ransom The Ascension Factor *** "Heartsick and mad, Pitt shouted to the open sky. Cold, self-possessed inner resolve took hold as it had so many times in the past. The old, die-hard Pitt came back on balance. His mind felt clear and sharp as a needle. If he had been left to die in a sacrificial pool, he was damned well going to find out why. With a commitment bred of desperation, he reached up and pulled himself out of the water." Clive Cussler I did not note the name of the book when I put this in my quote box. *** "He felt like the chump in the Laurel and Hardy movie who yells for help and is thrown both ends of the rope." Clive Cussler, again. Thus, my avatar. *** "We live happily indeed, among those who hate us, free of hatred; among those who are greedy, free of greed. Though we call nothing our own, we shall be like the bright gods, feeding on happiness." Sorry guys. I don't know where I got that one, either. Cedar [/QUOTE]
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